I knew a greedy little girl,
Who all day long did roar;
Whatever toys were given her,
She always wanted more.
Five dolls she had--one was black,
A ball and battledore,
But held them all so very tight,
The roar'd and scream'd for more.
Now this was wicked of the child,
As everyone must own;
So for the whole of one long day
They shut her up alone.